Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

descended the stairs,

of fear

“I am your uncle.

Melora, Berthold relaxed,

delicately placed the little boy into the child seat in his car, then

car, murmuring, “Could

“You’re afraid now?”

got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from doing so out of

long silence, he gently stepped on the

the car slowly pulled

own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her awake. She slipped on

the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with Melora trailing

froze for a

sleep with Skyler

Crystal nodded.

staircase again,

his arms, Henry entered, gingerly tucking the

too soft, or the day had

sliver, her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was cuddling a

chiseled, were strikingly similar, as were

heart soften at

Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after his

aback, wore her guilt

“You must have figured out

more

said softly, “Don’t let the children hear you. We’ll talk

her a fierce glare, but

out on me,” she warned him boldly as she

tense look on

with Melora. I’ll head to the study for a

agreed with a

them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced

do? After all, I

began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up

as Crystal was about to step out,

wave of emotion washed over

have come back sooner. Your brother is

called out in

for us to eat. You take a bath first.

Melora nodded.

prepare the snack. By the time

cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant colors

Crystal noticed.

a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat.

down and

who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine

kept her

I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back

could she dwell on

two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying about sustenance like

had shared good times together. However, they were swept away by the

she would spot him in the newspaper. He was still the

lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the

need to vent his anger. But he would never hurt

poor girl

Melora in, Crystal went to see Henry in the

of the study. The room was dim, save for a single wall

him was

the door behind her, walked to the

too much! Aren’t you afraid

her in

different from any other night, as Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat

the cigarette and leaned into

a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must have been a breeding ground for their

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